Chapter 52: Take control of the whole scene

The battle was fierce below, with Gryffindor and Slytherin players chasing each other, and the score gradually widened. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Slytherin is higher than Gryffindor.

Gryffindor's strength is not inferior to that of Slytherin, but Slytherin's people are constantly playing tricks and have no scruples.

Every time I see the angry and aggrieved look of a Gryffindor, I laugh.

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Harry flew high in the air and saw it all.

Everyone else thought Harry was looking for the Golden Snitch, but they didn't know that Harry was watching the Slytherin people flying around the arena.

His attention was all on Slytherin, and he couldn't care about finding the Golden Snitch.

He's here to play, not to be yin.

Quidditch?

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The Quaffle is knocked to the side.

The quick-eyed Wood rushed to the Quaffle, and Flint on the other side also caught up, and the two went hand in hand, squeezing and shoving, and not giving in to each other.

Flint suddenly smiled at Wood, a malicious smile on his face.

Wood had a premonition that something was wrong and he was about to leave Flint, but before he could act, Flint had already slammed into him.

Wood's body is knocked to the side, and Flint grabs the Quaffle.

He sprinted forward and came to the three frames of Gryffindor. He had already thought of what was going to happen next.

He doesn't pitch, he'll smash the ball on the Gryffindor goalkeeper and knock him straight away, and then his teammates behind him will immediately catch the Quaffle and throw it into the frame.

Without the annoying goalkeeper, that's the fun!

He doesn't doubt whether he and his teammates can cooperate so tacitly, after all, he has done this kind of thing many times before......

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Ten seconds ago, Harry watched as the Quaffle was squeezed away in the scramble, watched Wood and Flint shoot together, watched Flint make a trick, watched Flint score a goal...... So he struck.

He had been staring at Flint for a long time, but before, Flint was always in the crowd, leaving him with no chance to shoot.

Although Harry thinks that in Hogwarts when it comes to flying skills, he says third, and no one dares to say first and second, but what he has to do is only accelerate, and nothing else, so if he accidentally hits his own people, it will not be good.

You ask me what I'm going to do? Revenge, of course.

Harry turned the handle of the broomstick down, and Harry began to move in free fall, Harry's posture was head down, under Harry's control, the speed was getting faster and faster, the wind was blowing on his face, his long hair was upside down, his posture was like a demon god, and now it looked like a meteorite smashing into the earth without hesitation!

Harry's speed was at its maximum, and he didn't slow down, just rushing over.

Even when Flint hit Harry just now, Flint was on the precipice, just hitting Harry with inertia, otherwise if he didn't slow down and keep crashing, he would be doomed.

But Harry don't do that!

As he fell from the sky, a sentence suddenly came to Harry's mind:

Have you ever heard of a palm technique that falls from the sky?

As the two got closer, Flint suddenly felt a shadow appear above him.

So he looked up and looked up, and he saw Harry's handsome face, and his cold eyes.

Didn't give him a chance to fear.

The two men collided......

There were no landslides, only a pause in Harry's speed.

At the moment when the two came into contact, Flint seemed to have suffered a lot of damage, his eyes bulged out like a frog, and his body was bent into a ball.

In this manner, Harry still pressed his broomstick against him, and rushed downward. Like a heroic martyr!

"Boom!"

He landed, and although the ground was covered with sand, the pain was unbearable for Harry, whether it was Harry's violent impact in the air, or the body that fell the sand when he landed.

He let out a groan of pain, his body curled up like a shrimp thrown into a pan of oil, his head sweating profusely, and his face pale, whiter than Snape's.

"Wow!"

The entire crowd stood up, not angry at how Harry could do this, but merely shocked by the incident itself.

However, there was something that shocked them even more!

Is that enough? Harry asked himself, of course not enough.

This is what Harry had already thought about when he started.

Harry didn't hesitate at all when the arena was shocked by this, and he was already flying when he hit the ground with Flint.

Then, again...... Swoop!

How can one time be enough, you say?

And you must be in pain now, how can I bear to see you uncomfortable, let me help you, put an end to this pain!

Remember, my name is Red Scarf!

Flint's bones seemed to fall apart, and he saw Harry crash down again, and then, his eyes went black and he was unconscious.

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The audience was already stunned, their mouths open, and they looked confused.

The first time, they were only shocked by Harry's actions, but they both knew that Harry was taking revenge

Remember, and because of Slytherin's character, no one complained about Flint.

The second time they saw Harry fall from the sky, their hearts were messy, and they didn't know what to say, so they opened their mouths one by one, and the arena fell into an eerie silence.

Some people are starting to act, and naturally they are St. Mungo's medical staff.

Madam Pomfrey was with two men, and she checked Flint's body.

"I just fainted. ”

She had two men carry him away, and asked Harry, who was standing aside, "Does your body matter?"

Harry had been hit twice, but he had a shield, and although his body was in some pain, it was still within Harry's tolerance.

So Harry refused to go to St. Mungo's for treatment.

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On the field, the Slytherin men were full of anger, glaring at Harry one by one, eager to rush up and fight him.

But Harry looked calm, and now he knew that it was too late.

They protested to Mrs. Hodge.

But Mrs. Hodge only criticised Harry a few times and awarded Gryffindor a free-kick.

The Slytherin people were naturally very dissatisfied, but their captains were all sent to the hospital, how could the punishment be so light?

However, Mrs. Hodge only said lightly: "My punishment for both of you is exactly the same, do you think my punishment for you is too light?"

They can only break their teeth and swallow them in their stomachs.

Wood: They found out that Harry had such a side.

In previous trainings, Harry had been polite.

I didn't expect Harry to do such a thing.

However, although I was a little confused, I was naturally excited.

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The game continues.

Higgins hated Harry, and he realized that he really underestimated Harry, but the idea of teaching Harry a lesson still didn't go away.

Wait, what is he going to do......

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Wells fell last, thinking about how to turn the unfavorable situation around the situation while the captain was out of the game and his own side was at the downside.

Suddenly, he heard someone shouting, "Be careful!"

It seemed to be the voice of his own teammates, and he hadn't looked back yet.

Then, he followed in Flint's footsteps.

"Bang!"

He fell heavily on the sand, his eyes confused, and he didn't even understand what was happening until he saw Harry flying, and the pain spread throughout his body.

A free kick is indispensable.

However, the Slytherin side has one less person, and it is simply limited to start the game again. Even if you lose ten points, it's a big profit.

Harry flew into the sky, contented inside.

That's the game.

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